Clinical Record

Demonstration is radical. Isolation is medical. Isn't it ironic that my soldiers are Gone? Isn't it demonic that I'm Fighting alone? The walls are burning. My walls, it's turning around in my head. The doctor comes up to my bed, And I know he's lying to Me. He will try to see me again When only this clinical record will come to an End. Dissolution is physical. The conclusion is typical. Simply, I Get critical, but I didn't start the war. No, it's not political, but about to Explore. The walls are burning. My walls, it's turning around in my head. The doctor comes up to my bed, And I know he's lying To me. He will try to see me again When only this clinical record will come to an End. Revolution is obvious. Contributions anonymous. Will I ever Receive a chance to get out or stay? Will I ever Reminisce this perpetual Day? The walls are burning. My walls, it's turning around, Around in my head. The doctor comes up to my bed, And I know he's lying to Me. He will try to see me again When only this clinical record will come to an End, To an end. To an na-na, na-na, na-na, Na-na, Na-na. To an end.